Sleep was one of the best things in the world. Clint wasn’t lying about that. It’d also become one of those far off luxuries during college when she was busting her ass trying to get into Columbia Law. After three years of putting her nose to the proverbial grindstone, minding her own business and not getting yanked into any cases, she’d done it. The loans would have been a bitch, even after her savings, but it would have been worth it, especially to her dad. But that simply wasn’t to be. Apparently her fate landed somewhere with Kevin Costner, but without thegills.
“Don’t you wanna be social though,” Veronica half-way teased. “Meet people. Have ‘fun’.” Things people had told her when she’d holed off from the world. Of course, she had probably one of the top three reasons to do it. He was out being social though, even if she had been serious. Somehow they’d ended up talking.
“Of course I can take care of myself. I’ll have you know that I have a mean karate kick and one of those glares that can kill something in its tracks. And yeah...I know how to shoot.” Guns weren’t high on her love list, but sometimes they could be a necessary evil type of thing. The last thing she needed was to travel two thousand years in the future and die by wild Boar. “Trust me. I’ll be fine. I always am,” she smiled a smile that was just a tad on the cute begging side. Clint couldn’t handle the full on Veronica Mars manipulating girlish smile. Nor did she need it.